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Rose sat next to her husband, mate and Lord, being fed from his trencher. She knew from her visions that his was a leader of men and his pack. But her visions had not shown her the wealth that the pack and indeed, her mate possessed. He was singularly the wealthiest person she had ever known. The dishes that they were served on were either gold or heavily decorated with it. Many of the higher ranking females were draped in gold chains with jewels studded throughout their hair, having been cleverly woven in on gold thread. The clothing worn, even by the servants, were of a high quality and warm. It was cold up here in the North after dark. Even in the Summer. Rose was brought back to reality by Mikkel offering her a piece of tender roasted fowl. Looking from the bite of food to her mate, then back, she opened her mouth and accepted the bite. Reaching for his tankard, she swallowed down some of the ale and grabbed a hunk of bread from the plate on their table.